The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"Then your world is pretty good to ordinary people." Huo Mingheng expressed his agreement, but he didn't take it too seriously.

He has no lofty ambitions to serve the country and the people. If he wants to get to that position, he doesn't want to be controlled by anyone anymore.

As for what Shengguo will look like after the change of dynasties, and what he can achieve, to be honest, he doesn't care at all when there is no Yanyan.

But now I can think about it when I have nothing to do.

"In general, the times have progressed. Although the Sheng Dynasty is an imaginary dynasty for us, we have experienced similar things, and the trend is the same in the end." Luo Liyan stretched his muscles and then bent He lowered his waist and picked up the pile of things that had just been placed on the ground.

Huo Mingheng jumped directly to her side and wanted to take those things, but Luo Liyan dodged them.

"You are still young, and you still need to grow taller. Don't always carry heavy things. Be careful not to grow taller." Luo Liyan's habitual attitude of taking care of him as a child made Huan Ming speechless for a moment.

"The weapons I usually dance with are heavier than these things, and I'm not short." Huan Ming said in a more steady tone.

If his voice hadn't changed yet, and his voice was young and tight, just by listening to his tone, you would have thought that he looked like a very reliable adult.

In fact, Luo Liyan doesn't quite remember how tall an 11-year-old child is, but she is now 1.6 meters tall. Huo Mingheng looks only 15 centimeters shorter than herself, so that shouldn't be considered short, right?

Luo Liyan was in a trance, and Huo Mingheng took the things in her hands.

After holding it in his hands, he realized how light these tools were. Compared with the weapons he usually danced with, they could basically be ignored.

"Let's eat together at noon. I specially bought a lot of special snacks of our era today. I guarantee that you don't have them all," Luo Liyan said while taking out the small boxes.

"Which one do you like to eat?" Huo Mingheng was used to sitting directly on the ground. When he was with Luo Liyan, he lost the arrogance of a distinguished family.

"It's all what I like to eat. Why would I buy it for you if I don't like it?" Luo Liyan said matter-of-factly.

Let’s not say whether she will extend her claws to Huo Mingheng in the future, but at least the two of them still have a long time to accompany each other.

When two people are together, the most important thing is their food taste, living habits, and outlook on life.

If these steps cannot be maintained, then being together will be torture.

"Okay." Huo Mingheng's deep eyes lit up with a fleeting light, and then he reached out to open the boxes.

Luo Liyan reached out and held his hand down, "Wait, are you hungry now?"

"We're not hungry, what are we going to do?" Huo Mingheng saw that she had something to do for him, so he held the soft little hand with his backhand.

Although Huo Mingheng is not very old, his palms are the same size as Luo Liyan, and due to long-term martial arts, archery, and horse training, his palms are already covered with thick calluses.

The two of them were quite satisfied with each other's touch. They felt each other in silence for a few seconds before Luo Liyan suddenly realized what she was doing and quickly pulled her hand back.

That fair and soft little face, like the flaming clouds on the horizon, made the scenery particularly charming.